“Well, what are you waiting for?”"Are You going to buy me a drink?”, the lovely young teen phone sex blonde looks the college boy up and down.
Stammering excitedly, he hurriedly waves the bartender over to the end of the bar where the young couple are seated on their barstools.
“Sir, could you please bring the lady anything she likes?”, the worked up grad blurts to the bartender. “Relax”, Eve intones. “What’s there to do around here?”, she asks.
Long smooth legs and a pretty, delicate, foot balances a black stiletto heeled pump on smokey sheer nylons as her bright blue eyes scan the gangly boy seated next to her.
The conversation finally starts to flow between the two, as does the liquor. Tom, the young grad, starts feeling comfortable as well as happy that he got seperated from his buddies.
Grabbing the teen phone sex tease girl’s pump, he tosses it on the bar and begins massaging the small stockinged foot. “Mmmmmm”, she throws her head back and giggles at how good the foot fetish massage feels, as well as her wrapping the wealthy young man around her pinky finger.
Out in the dark parking lot, the young grad shows Eve the pink slip to his expensive B.M.W. She laughs at how crass and arrogant Tom is and steps back as the semi inebriated suitor tries to grab her round breast through her sheer black top. “No, I will drive if I go anywhere in your car”, Eve taunts. “I’ve only had two drinks since we met a few hours ago”, the lying sexy blond teen knows her latest boy-toy will relent.
The shiny little German sports car screeches onto the dark highway and in no time at all they stumble recklessly through the motel door. Eve laughs at the clumsy, distracted grad as he drops his glossy red phone sex credit card on the floor the second time after they tumbled into the seedy roadside motel room.
Laughing hysterically and bouncing up and down on the bed, Eve spins around and a hand roughly grabs her leg. The pretty prick tease falls awkwardly and her head thumps against the headboard. Groggily, Eve’s eyes flutter open and a drunken Tom is straddling her and hastily pulling out his cock. He leers down at her, laughing.
Eve’s Irish temper flares abruptly as her hand finds her purse strap beside her on the bed. Rage and a quick wit guide the little evening purse into a bluring arc before striking the predator’s head. The weight of Eve’s little rosewood handled derringer inside the small purse cracks sharply against the side of Tom’s head. He slumps back like a deadman.
Eve’s face is burning as she yanks herself out from underneath the unconscious grad’s weight. Pulling out her little derringer, Eve scrambles to the closet in their room and laughs abruptly as she finds a few wire coat hangers. Eve’s ties to the Irish mob gifted her with little survival tricks and finally they are coming to fruition.
Eve remembers her cousin showing her how to bind a person’s wrist and ankles together with wire coathangers a couple summers previous. Tom groans at the throbbing on the side of his head and this time his eyes flutter open. “Hey you!”, Eve chirps cheerfully as she takes a drink from her glass of wine. Tom bellows at the top of his voice, demanding Eve let him lose.
Eve jumps out of her chair and sits on the bed next to her wire bound captive. “Shush now”, she giggles. “We don’t want to wake the neighbors, do we?” Tom starts to yell and curse once again, but Eve holds a wadded pair of her dirty panties over his face, quietly, darkly, tells him to shut up and open his mouth. He starts yelling at her again, until the little silver derringer taps him in the chin.
Very suddenly Tom realizes he’s in over his head. Glaring at Eve, he complies and she packs the pungent little satin panties into his gaping mouth. Smiling brightly, she swiftly loops another wire hanger around his head and twists it snuggly over the panties filled mouth. “Hey, Bitchboy, how’s it going?”, Eve laughs giddily now that she has her toy boy under her control.
The bulge in Tom’s pants grows as Eve cups his crotch with her hand. Glaring at Eve, he slowly starts thinking this crazy little blonde just likes kink and he starts thrusting himself up against her hand. Eve’s sharp little folding knive turns Tom’s clothes into tatters and he shakes his head as she wraps her black filmy bra around his chest. Forced feminization phone sex always makes this young mistress grin from ear to ear.
Eve giggles maniacally as she bounces away from the bed and pulls her cell phone out of her purse. Tom already know her intent as she starts clicking picture after picture of him tied, bound, to the bed, wearing a woman’s black bra. Eve deftly pokes the buttons on Tom’s cell phone and she announces that he is going to sign his car over to her as her graduation gift.
Eve cranks up her new car’s sound system as she fish tails back out onto the highway. She revels in the last few moments as she backed out of the seedy motel room with her deadly little rosewood handled derringer pointed at Tom’s bare chest, him begging for his car back and rubbing his bruised wrists. “Tom, you and I both like to play rough and this time I won”, Eve flips her long, silky blond hair as she laughs and giggles……
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